| Updated: 8/1/2003; 2:01:20 PM. |
| Hyperbole (n.) An exaggeration or extravagant statement used as a figure of speech I started to write some things about the brewing Iraq/intelligence/WMD/yellowcake scandal. But I realized in editing a few ideas that there's too much to focus on. The Post called it a "feeding frenzy" and that's about right. The amount of information and opinion out there is just overwhelming. A few thoughts, though. --This is looking more and more and more like Watergate. Information trickling out gradually. The media really picking up steam. The public slowly starting to pay attention. The Administration offering contradictory explanations and shifting historical accounts ("Our mistake." "Tenet's fault." "Actually, the information was accurate.") Really bad news. I'm disgusted. --What in the hell was up with this statement from Bush in an appearance with Kofi Annan yesterday:
I'm stealing a bit of this from Talking Points Memo, but it's worth repeating. "Absolutely?" We haven't found anything yet. Only Bush can say something is absolute when it's demonstrably NOT, because everything is faith-based. And what the hell is he talking about, not letting the inspectors in? Who's a "revisionist historian" now? --Something big is going to come out of this. Someone bigger than Tenet is going to take the fall. This one is not going away, because the continued difficulties in winning the war (and peace) in Iraq are going to keep this in the media and public eye. Keep watching, folks. --One last point that I've made before. Those who are complaining about the "partisan" nature of the media and political investigations are the same people who impeached Clinton for getting a blowjob. The state of politics in Washington today is truly embarrassing. 1:44:18 PMI think I've got the links fixed now... 9:52:19 AM
We are only a few days from leaving. Our flight leaves on Monday night at 9:40--something like 7 hours to Frankfurt, and then a 30 hour layover there (intentional--we find it is easier to deal with kids if we break up long-ass flights) and then a 7 hour flight to Dubai, arriving the night of Wednesday the 23rd. When we last went through this, last August, we were headed to Tunis rather than Dubai. It was my first time living overseas, and I was pretty darned anxious about it. I didn’t know what to expect on any front, really. I was really reticent about leaving the U.S. behind, leaving family and friends. In July 2002, a couple of weeks before we left, we attended the wedding of two of my closest friends, Brad and Katy. I cried quite a bit at the end of the night, very cognizant that I was leaving people behind very soon. The alcohol ushered the emotions along, to be sure, but I was awfully blue about it. I doubt there will be any tears this time. A big part of me is anxious to get to Dubai so we can have a life-settling routine. More than that, though, I’m sure now that I can live this overseas life. My friends aren’t going to abandon me. My family still loves me. I can still read the newspaper. Things work. Life goes on. There will be some hassles; life overseas is by its nature more difficult, I think. Some things are easier, of course--we’ll have a housekeeper/nanny again, for one thing. But there’s always that sense of displacement, that this isn’t entirely home, even if it suffices pretty well. Even as familiarity becomes more pronounced, the comfort level never reaches the U.S. That said, this is an exciting time. A new place to learn and enjoy. New house. New restaurants. New stores. New activities. A high-speed internet connection. What else is there? 9:51:11 AM
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